am i living it right?

cause i wonder sometimes about the outcome
of a still verdictless life

faith, misplaced

some friendships are just too emotionally draining to maintain

so flow with the wind
roll in never ending sin

and drown in wine
live the lie of a soon to be slaughtered swine

roar at the waves
drenched in blood of the cursed slave

grow in pain
trying hard not to go insane

play the blame game
as if it's ever going to be the same

and in the end, giving in
realizing that it's easier to just flow with the wind

i know it's for the best

.. you can have manhattan
cause ..

wake me up when it's all over
when i'm wiser and i'm older
all this time i was finding myself
didn't know i was lost

young

full of running

tell me where has that taken me

just a great

figure of eight

or a tiny infinity

legacy or liability

so i guess at the end of the day, there's always a nagging doubt, a gnawing fear, that i'll die with nothing to my name, lying on my deathbed not having achieved anything in this short, sad and pathetic life. we come with nothing, leave a trail of destruction, then disappear without a trace. how terrifying indeed.

anyway, if i do indeed die young, will really appreciate having a non religious ceremony, and please don't burn paper stuff or clothes. will be nice if everything usable could be donated and no further destruction to earth done in my name when i'm dead. oh well can go on and on about how i wish my end would be but it all sounds too morbid. just hope for everyone to be happy. but no prayers please. thanks.

in time it'll fade

wait, wait, that's not what i said
to my horror the sun's up and i'm still in bed
for the effort i lacked and now in stone it's laid
after sunset for light i await
and for the words not uttered now that he's dead

nostalgia is a warm gun

for ma friend aspirin



this really hits home

i wont mince it

and so you think its fine
keeping score while exclaiming how you're having a great time

finding fault and sharpening your sword
ever eager to rid of vigour

placing in doubt all that exists
giving faith to all that negates

twisting words to fit your rhyme
behind your smile preparing a bucket of slime

here's wishing you luck that you will find
someone who can understand your kind

the little left after the theft

I still see you

But growing ever so distant

Like a fading star

and then sprang a gap

growing older and starting to feel the weight of the world on my shoulders

and with each step taken rising fear that i'll falter

delve deep and the more you'll find

but knowledge corrupts innocent minds like deviant grains in sands of time

its no longer about the things you wish you know but the things you wish you had never known

but we cant regret we cant turn back

so basically im toally fucked up and disappointed everyone
kkthxbye

i dont think its possible ...

and i often wonder if i ever meant anythng you